Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Which signal port did they hack into? Send someone to physically disconnect immediately, separate the network signals, and concentrate on eliminating all the hacker data bodies in a limited cyberspace."

The technician looked at the red-dotted computer screen in front of him, helpless and at a loss.

"I... I... I don't know, they came prepared. They almost spread throughout the entire LAN before acting, and among them, someone has strong hacking skills. The released programs disrupted our signal detection system, and now it's temporarily impossible to trace the data source."

"Currently, our data fortress hasn't been attacked, we've released a large amount of ICE to eliminate the invading virus, but I'm afraid it'll take a long time to resolve them..."

Upon hearing this, Strak let go of the technician, his eyes looking toward the server room behind him.

"Ah....."

He fiddled with his right hand, his index finger popping out a data port, and he continued to speak casually.

"I have to commend these guys, at least they can still put up a decent resistance, unlike some people who do nothing but cause trouble for their kind for some petty selfish gains."

His tone was calm and slow, seemingly not concerned despite the situation turning suddenly dire.

The technician didn't know if he was mocking the Night Wanderer's cadre or someone else, but wisely made way nonetheless.

Strak inserted his finger into the server, his consciousness instantly returning to that bizarre and glamorous cyberspace.

At this time, the players had already made a mess of the entire LAN. Someone was continuously releasing viruses at the Night Wanderer members who hadn't disconnected, while others engaged in program wars against hackers from the Chaotic Blade Association. The whole LAN was chaotic like a gooey paste.

Compared to hackers, the old net was dangerous but also a place where they could quickly grow — massive flowing data, dangerous malicious software, and rampant AI, along with the remaining data from hackers before the old net era collapsed.

If one could survive, they would surely gain a lot of experience, quickly grow, and develop unique programs or puppets.

However, due to compatibility issues, some hackers weren't suited for creating large-scale replication viruses, and preferred creating those that were more aggressive.

"Hahahaha, this is Uchiha's power! Submit, fear, and then die!"

Having been battered by malicious software on the old net for quite a while, the hacker players finally found a chance for revenge, and they would not easily let the hackers from the Chaotic Blade Association off the hook.

When Er-zhizi infiltrated the LAN, he seized the opportunity to catch a careless hacker from the Chaotic Blade Association.

"Moon Reading!"

As erroneous data was forcefully poured into the hacker's brain, his view quickly transformed into an unknown village under a blood-red moon.

And he himself was inexplicably tied to the village's central cross.

"Virus? When!"

Dazed, the instigator had already walked up to his face, holding a long sword.

It wasn't shameful for players to consult NPCs or befriend them.

Sometimes these NPCs held rare items that players found difficult to obtain.

Like the secret design drawings of Sea Superman.

And also,

The death experience data held by the super dream editor, Arturo.

It was a super dream tool for prisoners, used by Arturo in the past to experience death and feel alive.

Upon discovering this, Er-zhizi shamelessly asked him for a copy to enhance his Puppet Virus.

"You..."

The bound hacker had just opened his mouth when Er-zhizi swung his sword down and cut off his head.

"Aaah!!!"

The pain of the blade slicing through his flesh was so real that he could even hear the cracking sound of his spine being severed by the sharp blade, and his view of his headless body as his skull fell...

Fear, pain, confusion...

These emotions tormented the hacker's consciousness, causing his soul to tremble constantly, almost making him believe he was truly dead.

Yet the next moment, he was back at the previous scene, still facing that person.

Only this time, the opponent was driving a big truck.

"Hahahahaha!"

Er-zhizi laughed wildly, trampling the gas pedal, crushing him with recycled death data, rolling over the hacker.

The opponent's head was forcibly crushed under the tires.

Er-zhizi was ecstatic at this moment, and if he could replace this hacker's face with that of a weasel, it would be even more satisfying.

"Suffer, despair, in my Moon Reading Puppet, you'll experience thousands of different deaths, and when you die a billion times, only a second will have passed in reality!"

This was, of course, boasting; no super dream technology to reduce human time perception had been developed yet. Arturo's death data amounted to less than a hundred types, but it didn't stop Er-zhizi from bragging to the enemy.

"Next, you'll never reach the reality of death!"

"Aaah!!!"

The tortured hacker, nearly collapsing, desperately tried to awaken his firewall data to expel this lunatic from his data fortress.

But it's never that easy.

Er-zhizi was entirely confident in killing this guy before the opponent's firewall could break his defense.

If one couldn't even win in a sneak attack, then one was simply too weak.

A voice of praise sounded behind him.